Tickablee, woe is me
'Tis the blane of fantlee tree
Where buds of greenlee
Sweel and slerl
Magiclee whynd in fantlee curl
One tickablee just fell 'pon me
Ouch! i-vouch, i-pain to me
If I ponder as a perl
'Pon the highest fantlee tree
To breen a bud so green grandlee
Sweel and swerl, woe is me!
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I have indeed,
Been flying completely blind
Only for a moment,
I have no idea where I've been
Who I have affected
How my hidden feelings have affected lives.
Too bad that no longer matters,
I see everything,
Everything that I want to see.
I'm done though, done for now.
I no longer decide what I want to see.
Every word spoken to me affects me,
It affects how I move,
Each and every step, more robotic and blane than the last.
Though my mind, often opaque, confusing and limitless,
Is bittersweet only to me.
I love it.
I explore it constantly.
I swim mass blue waves deep inside.
My thoughts become a being, A being that I often converse with,
Though it's far more lost than I'll ever know.